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Showing posts with label Mulligan's farewell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mulligan's farewell. Show all posts

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Withowt Daddy an Grayum...

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: No, but we playd today agenst Hartlepool (full nayme: Hartley Pool ov Pee) an they cheetid an mayde us looz.
  • Simpsons:yes. An Famly Guy, too, wich is a bit rood hehehe!
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! Howzat?!! /10
  • Overall Score: 7.631/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!!!

Well Daddy went off to Ireland on Thurzday to stay wiv Granny an Grandad-Poppa for a week. I dident go for obvioss reezons, mostly ov the kidnap an gettin run over ilk, but Grayum haz gon becos he wantid to meet up wiv Mulligan agen. I lent him my soootcayse:
Heer is wat he pakt:Bear T-Shert in cayse he gets too warm (in Ireland?); Gills shorts to ware wen they play (I bet he fergot to put them on today- that'll be wy we lost); sum Euro munny cos they don't hav pownds thare; 3 gummy Bears.

We all gayve him a good send off, as Ireland is a dayngeruss playce for Bears.Wat do yu put in yor soootcayse wen YU go away? Grayum ownly pakt 4 things. If yu cud ownly tayke 4 things, wat wud yu chooz?

I look forwerd to reedin yor arnsers!

By the way, I've bin arskt for an updayte on Mummy. Well she is graduly gettin better. But the uther nite she waz runnin to the loo lots an lots an dident kno if it waz goin to be likwid, solid or gas till she got thare. At wun poynt she moovd the raydio into the barthroom wiv sum magazeens an just sat for harf an hour. Yu kno, like a bloke. HAAAAAAAAA ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!

Bye fer now!

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Hullo!

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
  • Day Score: 7.52687410/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

WOW! My Merrykan reeders hav all bin owt voting for a new boss-man. They hav to chooz from 2- either a guy hooz the sayme sorta culler as me (wa-hey!) or a man hooz so old his pants an soks ar haunted (wa-hey wa-heyyy!!).

I cuddent sleep so I've jus got up to see if they've sed hoo wun yet, but I think they're still not shor. Either way, given the abuv, it shud be intrestin :@D

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Mummy haz bizzy tryin to get herself a littol crarft space. She haz bin sortin owt a littol room that's nex dor to the kitchen. Thare iz a desk in thare an the printer/scanner. (Hey! That reminds me! Do yu remember the uther yeer, wen all us Bears wer scannin in pikchers ov our own bottoms??? HAAAAAAAAAAhahaha!!!)

Ooops I'm dygressin agen. Aha. Yes, so she has cleerd up the room an set up all her crarfty stash in thare, cleerd off the desk an put all her stamps an ribbons an stuff owt on the shelvs so she can see wat sheez got. Since then, she hassent dun enything crarfty much; sheez bin too bizzy admirin her room. Now, she sez, she needs better lites an a heater cos it gets so cold in thare.

Dilly duzzent kno how to tayke this- she likes the idea ov havin a "gerls room wiv pwinsessy ribbons an stuff" but she will miss havin lots ov glitter in the livin-room carpet.

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Mummy's berfday is Saterday!!!!! Me an Daddy hav sumthing grayte pland for her but I'm not allowd to say wat heer cos she will peek an sheez not allowd to kno wat it is befor Saterday. The thing itself issent taykin playce Saterday, but she carnt find owt wat an wen till then. HEHEHEHE!!!

I luv seekrits. I'm grayte at keepin them. Yu haff to be, if yor a spy. Errlier, Mummy tryd Tikkol-Torcher on me to try to get me to tell her wat we got her, but I held owt. Evenchewly she had to stoppit cos I had peed on the sofa larffin so much.

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Daddy cayme bak from Ireland larst Wendzday nite. Do yu remember Mulligan? He waz a Grayte Unkol ov the Windowsill Bear Famly, an he went to liv wiv Granny Ireland coz she duzz golf, an he fanseed that as a good retirement.

Well! It seems that he is havin far from a genteel time. Littol Yolanda, Daddy's neece, goze to see him offen an allways piks him up an carrys him arownd. Oh boy. Yolanda is an inkredibly pink princessy gerl. Dilly lovd her wen she met her. I'm worreed that she will try to dress Mullgan up in a ball gown or sumthing. Mummy sez that maybe he is in his secund cub-hood. That's all very well, but a pink tutu jus issent respektabol on a Bear ov his kalliber.

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Oh! Thare is sum cheerin on telly. Seems they think the Bob-cullerd fella may have wun! WOW! Imagin that! A Bob-cullerd man in the Wite Howse!!! Hehehe! An he haz rownd eers like a Bear, too! Hav yu notist? Hav a look nex time heez on. ROWND eers, I tell yu. Jus like a Bear!

Akchewlly he haz sum littol kids, duzzent he? Ah. Well that mite meen they hav Bears then. Bears ar offen adoptid to keep an eye on kids, yu see. WOW! Can yu imagin if they hav a Windowsill Bear Famly? An can yu imagin them all in the Oval Offiss, lookin owt the window?? Hehehee. That wud be a grayte foto, that...

Bye fer now!

Friday, February 15, 2008

Mulligan's farewell...

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes: Daddy left me sum spendin munny wen he went away, so I spent it on pants (bloo) an choklit biskits (brown).
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 they wernt expektin that /10
  • Day Score: 7.956176853597816/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Well heer ar the fotoes ov Mulligan's larst few hours wiv us. He travold to Ireland wiv Daddy on Wendzday an haz gon to liv wiv Granny-Ireland. Mulligan is kwite old an likes golf an waz lookin fer sumware to retire whare he can sleep, eet soda bred wiv hunny on top, an play golf. Granny-Ireland duzz golf, maykes soda bred, an haz lots ov cumfy chaires, so we thort that she wud be an ace adopter for him......

Ferstly I rote a Letter Ov Intrerdukshun for him to giv to Granny. It waz in my best paw-wrytin:


Next, we had the offishul groop-foto:

"Com on!" sed Mulligan, "That's too hard to sit on!"

Sumwun showtid "Bear Bundol !!!!" an we awl huggd.

Hold on! Wat's Mulligan seen?

A raynebow had come into the room to joyne in wiv us!

........thare waz wun on the seeling, too.

Next we helpt Mulli find his ID for the playne:

I helpt Mulli settol down in Daddy's soootcayse.... I mayde shor he had sum cleen pants to snuggol up in:

.........a box ov choklits an sum intrestin readin fer the jerney:

...an the letter ov intrerdukshun:

I've spoken to Daddy on the fone since, an he sez that Mulli iz settlin in kwite well. He haz allreddy fownd the biskits. (Mulli, not Daddy. Tho he wazent far behind.)

Wen Granny got up fer brekfust yesterday mornin, she fownd Mulligan sittin in her playse at the kitchen tabol wiv his letter. She sed she waz very pleezd he had come to stay an haz fownd a compartment for him in her golf bag, so he is hopin to get a few rownds in soon. Daddy sed he will tayke a few pikchers befor he comes home tomorro...

I'm shor heel be fine. Snff. Snnnffff snfffff sf.

Bye fer now!

Farewell, Mulligan Tyre!